"Every picture has its shadow...and it has some source of light. Blindness, blindness and sight"Tonight again thinkin' it is time to leave this country...can't really figure why I am here anyway...pissed off people can eat it...when dinner matters more than prayin' for peace...when money matters more than caring about human and animal suffering...
Some beach, some wave, some island...some other place where the pace is slower, where time is relative...where rock walls bear the imprint of female Buddhas and sleeping in yak shit is the same as being in heaven...(Photo above taken at Bum Drag, which means 100,000 dakinis. You can't see the yaks or the shit, but both are there.)
Me and Pema and a few others who made it to the lake that day...just lucky, I guess. No way out except up? Wonder how come our eyes are closed.
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